A
Song
Grew in
The places
In my heart I’d thought
Could no longer hear love’s music.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Image from Modern Day Muse @ Tara Cronica via Google Images
Category Archives: FIB
FIB No. 8: Dancing
I
Dance
Freely
Upon your
Gentle melody.
The song you sing sends me soaring.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
FIB No. 7: Breathing
The
Sweet
Song floats
On the air
Reminding me how
It felt when love breathed me alive.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
FIB No. 6: Metamorphosis
Comes
a
moment
When I knew
I would not be who
I used to be because of you.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from
FIB No. 5: Morning in the Garden
Sun
Light
Gleams through
Swaying palms.
Glitters my vision,
Sparkles in my sister’s garden
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture taken by myself of my sisters garden
FIB No. 4: Joyous Garden
It
Comes
In small
Increments.
Joy not impeded,
A beautiful brilliant garden.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
FIB No. 3: The Fringe (3 parts)
On
The
Edges,
Laying wait
Between sanity
and insanity lies the fringe.
Lies
Peek
Over
Those edges
Selling depravity
To all the poor souls who listen.
Run
From
The fringe.
Before you
Find yourself waylaid
While it’s deadly eyes pierce your heart.
FIB No. 2: Lost
A
Path
You hoped
Lead somewhere
Sadly, lead nowhere.
You didn’t know til you were lost.
FIB No. 1: Color Splash
Bright
sun
shines through
the stained glass
In doors and windows
Splashing color across the floors.
This is my first attempt at the Fib poetry form. A Fib must follow the Fibonacci Sequence. A shout out to trE, at a Cornered Gurl (https://simplesoulsister.com/) for introducing it to me.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture taken by me of my front door window. Stained glass by my younger sister.
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